604 Who is the real dragon

The man gave a meaningful glance at the crowd.

Everyone held their breath and swallowed the word "Nirvana" back to their stomachs. In this way, Mengfei died in the fire and then came back to life. Now there seems to be a reasonable explanation for her death in the sea of fire.

Luo Wener tightened her eyebrows.

She also knows more or less about the legends about the dragon.

It is said that if the dragon wants to return, it must be placed in the human body, and what this person wants to say is nothing more than that Mengfei is the host of the dragon.

However, is it possible?

Don't say that she can't believe these myths, even now... she always feels that there is a force leading people to believe this assertion. As for why, she couldn't guess. I think people always need some faith, and Nie Ziyan... She lives and dies. I don't know that the people in it will really think it's surprising enough, and it's no wonder...

She can't listen anymore, but she doesn't want to leave, in case...

The people downstairs are excited and there is a lot of discussion.

At this moment, she sighed and moved her eyes... but settled in the seat by the window.

A pair of eyes, a pair of bright and frightening eyes like an open mirror, are looking at her. I don't know how long they have been looking at her.

She remembered that just yesterday, she saw Xuanyuan still come back. As a result, a series of things made her forget this person. Today, did he appear here for this strange gossip?

... "No matter who Mengfei is, now that she is dead, our king spoils her so much..."

"Yes, when he said he was dead in his early years, the king lost his mind and was only fascinated by a hanging wisteria. Hey, do you know? There is wisteria hanging in the palace, which is the favorite thing of Mengfei. The king never touches anyone, and those who violate it will die. As a result, he died once first, and now he died again. How can our king stand it?

The hand holding the railing began to tighten. She stared at the sighing man for a moment, completely forgetting that her eyes were also staring at her. Hearing this, her eyes also shrank.

"What else can I do?" Someone sighed, "I'm sick again, bedridden, and the imperial doctor in the palace is busy..."

The mood is relaxed and tight.

What is loose is that there is finally news about him, but he is just sick. What's wrong with you? Is it a rush? Or was it burned by fire? Will you not wake up again?

It's gloomy in an instant.

No matter what, Nie Ziyan is the woman he once loved deeply and his most precious and best memory. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to tolerate her at the beginning, otherwise... If she hadn't known that Nie Ziyan was so important to him, she would not have suppressed the letter of the eldest princess and wanted to burn it just to prevent him sad.

Even without that, she also broke his heart. However, in the past few years, she has also heard that Nie Ziyan is serving in front of the bed, and people always have feelings. What's more, she is extraordinary to him...

Luo Wener's thoughts were so confused that she didn't pay attention to the deep and shallow changes of her eyes with the subtle change of her look.

The downstairs has completely devoted his enthusiasm to the matter of Mengfei as the host of the dragon, which made a lot of noise.

She was not in the mood to listen any more and turned around and left.

Just as he was about to enter the room, Zhang Shun ran up the stairs: "The shopkeeper's..."

Because of excitement, he was a little out of breath, but he still said things quickly: "Bai Ling is gone. Let me tell the shopkeeper..."

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The downstairs boiled like a pot, and many passers-by heard the excitement and abducted in. Some people were very enthusiastic and vividly told the story that had been connected in series. After adding fuel and vinegar, they finally formed a fixed version and prepared to submit the most widely distributed circulation of "Beijing Caiyun".

Almost everyone was excited by the news and concentrated, just missing the corner of the window.

Two people sitting alone there, far away and silent, which is incompatible with this bustle.

However, no one pays attention to them. They are like this lively set, silent and happy.

Xuan Yuanshang drank a cup of wine again, looked out of the window, looked at the people who hurried to Tianxiang Tower to join in the fun, as if to say to himself, "Is it clear now?"

There was no one else beside him, and this was said to the gray-robed young man opposite.

The young man didn't hear it, so he just picked up a dumpling and slowly chewed it in his mouth.

"You can really calm down!" Xuan Yuanshang put down the wine cup, held the table with both hands, and looked at the young man with great appreciation in his tone: "It seems that she is still so discerning, but..."

"This gentleman, you probably recognized the wrong person." The young man said today, which is also the first sentence other than dumplings since he appeared in Tianxiang Tower: "If you want to listen to the excitement..."

He stretched out his hand and made a "please" move. Naturally, the direction was the group of excited people.

Xuanyuan is even happier. Although it is difficult to see the change in emotions from his face, his eyes are shining and there is a hidden smile, just that smile...

"You have been staring at her for a long time, and now you have found that you are staring at the wrong person. Why don't you tell your master quickly? Otherwise, you will be one step late... Can you afford the consequences?"

In two sentences, two "she" appeared, and only this young man knew that these two "she" did not refer to one person.

"Do you need me to speak more clearly?" Xuanyuan still narrowed his eyes and put on a comfortable posture. He tapped on the table with his right fingers in turn. The rhythmic sound represented that he was very leisurely now and in a happy mood... It was the pleasure of seeing people's plan failure.

"You thought she was the host of the dragon, and gathered people to burn the Tianxiang Tower, intending to take advantage of the chaos to kidnap her away. In this way, her disappearance is reasonable. Even if the court wants to investigate, where can we find that group of molls? But the plan failed..."

Although the word "failure" is light, it makes the young man look slightly twitchy.

"So you're here again," Xuanyuan smiled and said, "And now, should you thank me? If it weren't for me, would your plan have succeeded? But because of failure, I also saved my life for you. If you bring back an ordinary woman with no ability, will your master let you go? Her means..."

"Xuanyuan, your appearance is always so untimely!"

The young man gritted his teeth, and the exit turned out to be Xuanyuan Shang, the Duke of Ning.

Xuanyuan still smiled angrily: "Yes, if I hadn't appeared at the beginning, who would have been sitting on the throne of Xuanhua Hall in Xueling now?"

"You..." The young man clenched his chopsticks, and there was a dumpling on the chopsticks, coupled with his clenching teeth, which was very happy.

"Ok," Xuan Yuan still waved his hand generously, picked up the wine cup, sipping, and slipped away the excitement. Even if he was not good at smiling, his look was obviously happy: "Look at this situation. If you continue to delay, I'm afraid you can't even grab a little finger. At that time, your master..."

The young man got up angrily, stared at him fiercely, and brushed his sleeves away.

When he came, he also heard his happy instructions: "Give me say hello to her. By the way, tell her that Fang Jianghan is not a person who can be moved by beauty after receiving her eagerness for quick success and quick profit. If she takes revenge on this kind of thing again...

There was a little hesitation when he heard the young man's footsteps, but he still walked away.

Xuanyuan couldn't help moving the corners of his lips and turning the wine cup with his fingertips. This time he really said to himself.

"Nangong Wan, don't blame me for not reminding you..."